HaHa
Here are first set of our raw pictures from the HaHa trip down Baja. We spent a few days in Marina Cabo San Lucas, then headed off to Mazatlan and arrived on Tuesday November 14. First 32 pictures were taken in lovely Turtla Bay; the next 6 are a panorama of the anchored boats in empty Bahia Santa Maria. Then at a slip in Marina Mazatlan. Big parties, lots of fun and friends and loud music.
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The World According to the First Mate:
Party before the Start
Now that we're at Mazatlan, I'm learning to make changes to the webpage. So please bear with me as I practice here.
We joined our crew Fred and Bob at the HaHa pre-start party. The idea was to go as J's, to match our J-boat, so
I made bird beak visors which was about the only costume Ed would tolerate. Bob and his wife
Betsy always go all out for this party, so instead of four Mexican Jay's, we had three J's
and a Pirate (with his wench). Looks like a pretty scurvy crew to me.
The place was a zoo. Of course there were about 700 race participants plus friends and would-be crew. After standing in a long line for a burrito and beans, we went home for last minute preps.
Our good friends Bob and Pat gave us a dockside party, too. Our neighbor Tom took some pictures, but the sun was so bright that day, we all turned our backs on it. So here we are
First Leg to Turtle Bay
The first day out, the boys put up the gennaker. It took all three of them, but it went up
fine and gave us some extra speed. I wondered why this is such an event. Then I remembered
in home waters we almost never go downwind, and when we do, the wind is too wimpy to sail.
The gennaker stayed up until approaching sunset, when we had enough wind anyway and didn't want to
deal with such a major sail change in the dark.
Boat Cat
Ashes wasn't sure about all this motion and noise. It was especially noisy at night. She didn't venture on
deck until about the third day. We kept the dropboard up all night long so as not to allow her deck access
after sunset. But eventually she grew bold enough to try to go forward (another no-no)
while we were sailing. The crew spoiled her totally. When they leave I know she will pout
over the lack of attention from just two big people-creatures.
The Harbor at Bahia de Tortugas
Turtle Bay was a welcome stop. It is really the boundary between rough cold passage and
warmer, mild seas. We had survived two nights and three days of sailing, and we were ready for a good night's
sleep and some meals that didn't try to leap out of a deep bowl.
Our 180 boats didn't begin to fill the big bay. The hills reminded me
of Santa Cruz Island, about 500 miles further north.
Bahia de Santa Maria
The second leg was not so long, just two days and one and a half nights of sailing. We entered BSM at about midnight.
All four of us were up and watching the marker lights as we came around Cedros Island and into the harbor. With both Fred's and Ed's
GPS waypoints to guide us (and both entry lights working) it was easy in the moonlight. We found a sea of anchor lights and picked
our spot. Again, once the anchor was down, we slept really well. I didn't take any pictures here, so see Ed's and Fred's (from his camera which, rest it's soul, went swimming in a rough dinghy ride from the mouth of the river out through both breakers and panga wakes). There is a fairly spectactular photo in Electronic Latitude this month showing one dink end-on in the surf. The man whose leg shows protruding out of the surf was happy that when the dink hit him, he had already tripped the kill switch on the motor. I'll next learn how to insert a url into this text, for you to simply click and view. That is Webpage 101 or perhaps Webpage 201.
Dealing with the Heat
Ashes has rewarded us by looking absolutely cute when it is very hot. She likes to plop down
on the setee or the floor and spread out all four paws. Four paws in the air never looked
so adorable.
On to Cabo: The last leg was the easiest, as it was warm and pleasant and we had more sliced rare
roast beef to snack on (we bar-be-qued it the last night in BSM in fear that the ag authorities in Cabo might otherwise
confiscate it). Here is the view from Mango's, a tourist bar right on the surfline where we had an official Baja HaHa
party. I think the program was "get them drunk and have a falling-down good time". We sat up in the shady covered
area where we looked out on the umbrellas and the stage. Here we were treated to a beer chugging contest and a lot
of amateur lap dancing. Oooh, did I say that?
The vendors worked the crown the whole time, even when
a large wave knocked one woman down and threatened to pull her out to sea. Our friends
from Isthmus, who had brought their open panga Get Lost down the coast , caught her and
pulled her in. That and the spectactular dinghy broach going ashore at Bahia Santa Maria
were two of the borderline dangerous incidents of the trip. See Electronic Latitude 38
for the broach picture; I'm sure it will get plenty of coverage.
I guess I should also count the six broken ribs in one woman aboard the sailing vessel Bronco.
That boat has made the trip several times, and the skipper is known for pushing it to the limit. I assume
she knew what she was getting into when she signed on.
Freds View
Marina Cabo San Lucas
Marina Cabo San Lucas
Stayed 3 nights at Marina Cabo San Lucas before we left the Ha-Ha group. A bit pricey at $100/night after the 25% Ha-Ha discount, but a very nice marina, right in the center of town, with lots going on and nearby restaurants, shopping, etc.
